So, THAT is what I have been doing wrong!

Taking off from i-sol’s earlier post about planning before a holiday (he himself has confessed that I am one of the subjects in his post), I have to admit that I revel and, in some shameful cases, snatch and grab the opportunity to plan holidays. I don’t know whether I should be ashamed because many others have said that they would rather leave the planning to someone else and not bother about the logistics. As for me, I just LOVE it. And not to mention, the planning stage somewhat turns me into a raging, impatient, semi-loony, obsessively checking PNR status of train tickets every minute, control freak. I am not very lovable at such moments.

But about planning: From the prospect of holiday, to searching for train tickets, the perfect hotel, the detailed itinerary, to put it mildly, I just get off on such things. Needless to say, I am put in charge of reserving tickets on Indian trains (not a pleasurable job unless you like searching a million trains and dates for available seats), which brings the idea of a holiday closer to me. Of course, after reservation, I go nuts collecting money from everyone and reminding them everytime I see them or call them because I have to pay my credit card bill on time coz I never miss a due date on ANYTHING (did I mention I am a control freak?).

So, for the next new year holiday, I failed to get a reservation, which, needless to say, put me in a super-foul depressive mood for days. I take lack of bookings very personally. But fortunately an alternate was found quickly and the rest of the holiday-makers (friends) were quickly convinced that the alternate is much better.

But on a more personal note, the thing is every step of planning takes me that much closer to the holiday and intensifies the anticipation. Maybe just for me, but the anticipation does reach fever-pitch till the day I leave. I want to make each holiday matter much more than the previous and be another experience of a lifetime. It could be a way to show off to others, but who cares? Finally it is the experience which matters and then there are a thousand unseen things that can go wrong.

So for those who think I plan way too much or control way too much, try doing it once. I can assure you, you will come crying, crawling back and beg me to take over…

…with a secret desire to be a travel agent.